"Nay, you lie," she said, her voice certain. "You are at peace with nothing - that is why you are so cold. I See you." And she could; they shared similar gifts in the ability to read others to some degree - though it seemed that particular trait focused on the ability to look into the future - something Elrond inherited directly from Idril in all likelihood. "You presume to know what I want of you, or that I want you to be differently than you are. And that is so far from the truth that it is ridiculous!"
She stared at him with hard eyes, standing still as stone even as the flowers died at her feet. She dropped even those she held and ignored them utterly as they puttered to the grassy earth around her.
"I want to believe my son is better than what you say he is," she said, her voice trembling at last. "His life will be no harder than your own. How am I to spare sympathy for you but deny him? I do not pity you, but I wish to Eru's high heavens your fate and his were different."